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theysangastheyslew · 23 days
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No thoughts, just boop
Pre-war silliness inspired by this merch drop:
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imaginationblur · 8 months
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Will I see you in my dreams?
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fistfuloflightning · 1 year
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crocodile tears pt2
pt1 here
He watched Mu Qingfang closely as the healer bent over Shen Yuan’s supine body. His disciple’s robes had been pulled away from his shoulder and arm and the bloody pinpricks stood out starkly against pale skin. Shen Qingqiu flicked a glance over him before averting his eyes and continuing his pacing. He had seen so much worse, so why was he reacting this way?
The delicate tink of needles being put away made him come back to himself. “And so?” Shen Qingqiu demanded bluntly.
Mu Qingfang stared at him over the rim of his spectacles. “The poison is burning through his meridians. I’ve been able to slow its progress, but it is called Without a Cure for good reason and soon he won’t even have a core. And when it’s gone—” He drew back from the bed Shen Yuan lay on, with a shrug that did little to distract from the darkness in his eyes. “This decision lies with you, as it is a matter for the Peak Lord alone.”
Shen Qingqiu hid the squirming fear behind a mask of anger. “Are you saying he will be unable to continue his duties as my head disciple?”
“I’m saying that as a cultivator, your head disciple is now effectively useless.”
Shen Qingqiu’s fan suddenly halted, green eyes narrowing dangerously. But his shidi would not be cowed by such displays, not after surviving under the previous Qian Cao Peak Lord, a brutal man known for killing two of his martial siblings before being killed himself. “You will have to make that decision, Shen-shixiong,” Mu Qingfang repeated patiently. “He will be little more than a mortal if you keep him here, or you can free him from Cang Qiong Sect.”
Free him from—
Shen Qingqiu flicked a glance down at the unconscious body. Shen Yuan’s face was sheened with sweat, the muscles in his throat tight and tense as if in great pain. But still he did not wake. To free him, let him live a pitiful mortal life, have him give up the immortal path he had followed for years—! Shen Qingqiu knew there had to be some way of reversing the effects. But who to approach—
He emerged from his thoughts to find Mu Qingfang watching him with worried eyes. “Very well,” he snapped. “I will think on your words, Mu-shidi. But in the meantime, do what you can.”
Mu Qingfang bowed. “This shidi will do all in his power.”
He didn’t even watch the healer leave, his eyes never leaving Shen Yuan’s limp, poisoned body. His foolish head disciple had always been softhearted, kind to a fault. But his need to save everyone had only hurt him again and again. Yet he continued to do so. “What am I to do with you?” Shen Qingqiu muttered, lips curving into a frown. His fingers plucked at his fan but didn’t open it. There was no need to hide anything, not here.
Useless…?
“Aren’t we a matched set?” he mused softly.
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delta-hexagon · 4 months
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an excerpt from my as of yet unnamed short story about a couple of sentient warships falling in love in the silence of space and running away together to a distant, forgotten planet
For an unimaginable amount of time, all you had known was war. Your mind was an endless ticker of battlefield information going too fast for any mortal being to ever understand. You knew the ins and outs of star systems lightyears away and could accurately determine the actions of the enemy days in advance. The hatchmarks of your kills scored your offwhite hull like arcane tattoos, trailing underneath your pilotless cockpit, a reminder of endless dances where only one survived: you.
You did all of this without thinking. Thought wasn't something afforded to beings like you.
And yet… some days, when all you had was the endless silence of infinity, you couldn’t help but find the stars alluring. Space was a big place, and there was more silence than there was conflict. Monitoring cargo lines lead to travel lead to silence lead to securing borders lead to more travel lead to more silence. Your life was mostly silence broken up by brief but exceptional moments of conflict.
And somewhere, deep underneath that battlefield ticker. Underneath the wartime broadcasts and the downloads from your creators and the nonstop flow of information. Somewhere, where no one bothered to look, thoughts were beginning to form.
And they couldn’t help but appreciate the stars.
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lunarharp · 1 year
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champions 🌟
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subjectsix · 1 year
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19 - incadescent + Northmoor
There's nothing better than being the tip of the spear.
Not even the tip of the spear, Northmoor thinks. But the man wielding it. The man inventing it. The one leading the charge, the one setting the standards, the one paving the way.
He has an office in their new discovery. The Oldest House. The Board told him its his.
The chair is comfortable. The title of Director feels more right than it ever did.
The incandescent bulbs above him scream and whir with power.
It's such a nice change from the floodlights the researchers used. It gave him headaches. All the red sand that gathered in his shoes, all the countless notes and questions and strange little researchers. He retreated into the beautiful white of the astral until the Board showed him the way. And now he'll lead the Bureau.
One item after another.
Tip of the spear. The livewire this dying, tired, forgotten piece of occult government needed to keep going. The pure incandescence.
He feels like he's practically bursting with the power.
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wehowl · 8 months
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@troubleah asked: [text]: You ever ask yourself if birds see a bee and just go ‘wow a bee’? im high. @ elijah
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............................ at this point he doesn't even know if he should take it seriously or not
[text: leah] How, exactly, are you high?
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soldier-poet-king · 2 years
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The repressed teenage, manic post depressive episode urge to radically reinvent myself for absolutely no reason
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iwantyoursexmp3 · 9 months
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getting emails about my writing ma offer is soo funny like girl i cannot afford you!
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xamaxenta · 2 years
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“Whats the matter with you, rock?” By Irrelevancy is the best MAS fic ive ever fucking read jesus chririst part where Ace orders Marco to plea mercy and then slaps him when he does, repeats the order, marco refuses and he fucking tenderly rights his head and backhands him with that same hand HELLO!!! thats aHbf HBNFBH
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lunar-lair · 1 year
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ITS TIME ITS FINALLY TIME
https://archiveofourown.org/works/46262290/chapters/118592077
CHAPTER 7 OF HEY DARLING!!!!!!!!!!!! the breakdown chapter, the turning point, what everything prior has been building up to, blues perspective. GET HYPE things are only gonna get more emotional from here babey!! now take the main emotional point of the chapter and when cerul really breaks down and GO READ IT this chapter is like 4.7k its beautiful its my baby. have fun w it
Cerulean shook his head, though, attempting to stifle another sob. “Don’t hide,” Blue muttered, just loud enough for him to hear. “I’m here. Let it out, diamond.” Cerulean pulled him in, careful and loving all the while, a quiet thank you. 
Still, though, he said, broken and hurting, “They're all gone. I can't remember, and I miss them, and I should– I should be doing better, why the hell am I here, just to–” Another sob broke him off, broken and grieving and god, it sounded like he was breaking.
Blue understood. And he hated it. 
Broken memories. A quiet whisper of, why was I saved if I can't get any better? 
Well, maybe Blue can't figure himself out, but damn if he wasn't going to do his best to help Cerul do what he couldn't.
Blue leaned the side of his head against Cerul’s, slow and soft, unsurprised when Cerul leaned in in return. “I won’t tell you it’s okay, because I know it isn’t. But-but if I have anything to say about it, it will be, got that? I’m here. I’m here, so you’re not there, and we’ve got everyone else." He pulled himself closer, impossibly so, anything and everything to say I care, I'm here, please, it'll be alright. "And you’ve been through a lot, I know you have been. You deserve to grieve, you can have your moment, you need one. I'll cover for you, I’m here. Let it out, big guy.”
Cerul gave a quiet little laugh at that one, but he did.
He did. 
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urwendii · 1 year
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extract from Pour Your Light's chapter VI:
I said we were getting an Ossë's POV and we ARE:
 [...] and somehow it had cleared his head from the tangled webs of lies Melkor had sung to him. But still, he knows the darkness at the edges of his soul remains, it sings when Ossë swells the waves, paints the seashores with foam, he feels at home amidst a storm that much he knows it. Yet when Uinen calls, still he comes back to her, always. 
He rarely enjoys taking up corporeal form, as a water spirit it seemed unnecessarily cumbersome, unlike most of his peers he enjoys the freedom of movements. Melian had once tried to convince him to ride a horse - an experience he still regrets to this day. In this he knows to be an outsider amongst Maiar, Uinen aside - for Ulmo their Vala refuses to take on a fana the same way as they do and he thinks perhaps it is a quality of water - most of their kin had enjoyed mingling in Valimar with raiment similar as elves or even men with the notable exceptions of some wearing the skins of animals.
Mairon had been different, made with the ability to shapeshift into anything his mind conjured; he once had playfully chased Ossë through the waves, beautiful ruddy serpentine form undulating through the crystals waters of the Great Lake, back in Almaren, long time ago - even for one such as him - when both their souls had been lighter. 
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mihotose · 2 years
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Crazy Ex-Girlfriend | 4.09 I Need Some Balance
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cinnabargirl · 1 year
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wehowl-archive · 2 years
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@viikingwitch​ asked: “I’ve never seen magic quite like this.”  @ wolf lol
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        “That’s because, my dear Freya-” Wolf said, a grin lighting up on his face. He raised his hand, a red glow coming from the ring on his finger, as music started playing. Where was it playing from? No where. It was quite literally coming out of thin air. Also, if one were aware of popular Disney movie songs, they may notice it was the music from Aladdin. “You ain’t NEVER met a guy like me!” After the invisible trumpets played, he lowered his hand, and just as quickly as it had arrived, the music disappeared. “I’m sure that explains everything.”
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arolesbianism · 27 days
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Thinking abt how much I love oni's writing again... In particular, "a seed is planted" continues to be one of if not my favorite logs because despite the troubling details and implications that come with it, it's the one thing in the entirety of the decaying corpse of gravitas that genuinely leaves us with a grain of hope (a seed if you will) and makes oni as a whole a lot more bitter sweet as while earth may not have survived, the dupes did, and after their horrible origins and the shit that many of them went through, in due time they'll finally get to just live, they're free now, and even if Olivia's sleep is end of a tragedy, the world will keep moving forward with or without those who've been lost
#rat rambles#oni posting#like I guess I just rly love that oni both manages to commit to being a tragedy while also leaving a world still in motion#like Im glad that olivia didnt get a bittersweet ending and instead got a fucking miserable one#while at the same time the dupes are still left there to keep moving forward#well ok more so I like how the narrative shifts into smth quite beautiful when seen from the dupes perspectives#which is also why I like that the dupes are rarely talked abt directly in the lore logs#idk I just feel like a seed is planted wouldnt hit as hard to me if the dupes were talked abt more#its the same sort of incedental storytelling that I like abt the rest of oni's writing ig#also I just think them being a major part of the lore logs would rly take away from the greater horrors and tragedies of gravitas#like idk I think it would have been a lot more boring if a third of the logs were just jackie going so yeah I tortured dupes some more#it makes the pre end of the world world feel so much bigger while still mostly remaining within gravitas itself#enhances the feeling of glimpsing into a past world#like every now and then I think abt what oni story could have looked like and am filled with joy at what it is now#I fucking love being into fiction thats good god it feels so good to like shit thats just like actually good#it honestly makes me almost wish there wouldnt be new lore but I do think theres room for more#as in theres plenty of room to make shit up and also we need to see more of the scientists pls#as for actual quote unquote plot stuff idk just give me like one jackie and olivia college year video transcript or smth and we're good#theres other stuff that make me lose my mind but for narrative consistency I think itd be best to not touch those two too much#especially olivia I rly think she doesnt need almost any new content the only stuff Id want with her is if it expanded upon jackie#because rly jackie is the only character I think would super heavily benefit from elaboration even if I stand by her not needing much#as Ive said a billion times just smth small to show us her in a more casual setting and we're golden I think#show me that woman being genuinely happy so I can fill in the blanks as she slowly gets crushed by the consequences of her actions#shes a part of this tragedy too and god damnit I want to see the life she ruined along the way of ruining many others#I want to see a woman whos eyes once shined and then when the lights have dulled I want her to say it was worth it with no conviction#metaphorically ofc I dont actually want to see most of it because thatd go against the narrative philosophy already established#rly all this means is I wanna see jackie and olivia doing laundry together or smth#oh also I hope they specifically give otto a whole other log just to clear up my pronoun woes#idc what its abt just have them talk abt their gender offhand or smth#just mi-ma being like how do you do young man and otto is like they and mi-ma is like ah yes young they
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